Horses (Photos)

D and I are veterans of Gulf War I, both enlisted in our Army National Guard, did Basic with all everyone else who's done the Army. We are neither of us patriotic, nor interested in "supporting our troops" as it were. D is a historian, I get all too well the suffering inflicted by weapons and violence, yet both of us are stamped by military experience, our lives changed and defined by that discipline, or our reactions to it. No nostalgia nor romanticism on this point.

We resonate to the military, with rueful it-could-have-been-worse sighs of relief.

We went up to Fort Douglas to see the Buffalo Soldiers, and the display of Civil War uniforms. The Buffalo Solider people were impressive, knowledgeable, humorous, their glossy Tennessee Walkers in full tack.

We went through the museum, as we'd intended to do for years. The uniforms were fine, even the early weapons. By the time we were just over half way through, both of us were a little freaked out. The weight of it heavy on our peaceful souls. Technical interest gave way to low level horror. We decided we'd seen quite enough, and walked to the train to get home and eat.

The horses were a delight.